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(He rushes against the mauve shade flapping noisily).noisily.) [sic] Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty petticoats.

(In a low dulcet voice, touching the strings of his guitar.) There is a flowerthat bloometh.

(To himself.) Play with your eyes shut. Imitate pa. Filling my belly withhusks of swine. Too much of this. I will arise and go to my. Expect this is the. Steve, thou art in a parlous way. Must visit old Deasy or telegraph. Our interview of this morning has left on me a deep impression. Though our ages. Will write fully tomorrow. I’m partially drunk, by the way. (He touches the keys again.) Minor chord comes now. Yes. Not much however.